Daddy's Little Angel

Daddy's Little Angel - Part3 -

It was just before the burial the next day that the investigator showed up at the door. It was Jenny that answered as i was rushing to get ready. I rushed to the door as this man was questioning my little girl, gently scooted Jenny outta the way and stepped up to the door.
"May i help you?" i enquired trying to sound polite.
"I need to ask you some questions on the circumstances of your wife's death" The investigator replied me.
"Who are you?" I think some of my frustration was showing through, but it may have been my self consciousness.
"I'm sorry" He said with a laugh.
"Detective Kimbell, local PD. I just got the results back from the autopsy, and the blunt trauma your wife suffered, and the blood stains on your carpet don't really match up. I was wondering if you could give me a little more insight. "
" Well I'd love to, detective, but as i told the responding officers, i only found the body when i came home from work. I wasn't here to see it happen." the detective tried to speak again, i think, but i cut him off. Frustration was filling me. "If you'll excuse me we have a burial to attend" I grabbed Jenny's hand and led her out of the door, locking it behind me. I glanced back to see the detective watching me as we drove away.

Jenny was silent the entire trip there and back, and as soon as we were home she retreated to her room. The poor darling has it so rough, all this death surrounding her. I shampooed the carpet best i could to get the stains out, and fixed up dinner for us. We ate in silence and it filled me with pain to see her suffering. I'll never forget, just before she took her plate off to the sink she looked at me and smiled so softly. Oh my little angel has the most beautiful smile you ever did see.

A couple of days past and i thought things were getting back to normal -- well as normal as things could be without my beautiful wife to come home to-- when it happened...